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[text] Sexual tension is a social phenomenon that occurs when two individuals interact and one or both feel sexual desire, but the consummation is postponed or never happens. - MG

#screams #i forgot about this #meredithannabellehooper

// And, I'm back for now.

Wahaaaay.

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Leopald's Classes || University || Meredith Hooper

Biting down on his bottom lip, Matty looked around the lecture hall, early like he often was, if only to get his usual chair; sixth row, far right of the aisle. Taking his notebook from his bag, as well as a few sheets of squared-paper and a couple red biros.

Wondering for a moment who would occupy the chair next to him today, Matty glanced to the door, a flash of purple attracting his attention. Not too bright, quite dark really, but noticeable, nonetheless. And he was sure he hadn't seen her before.

Attention back to the front, at Leopald's pacing of the front, moving the projectors ever so slightly.

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Matt's Assignments #1: Letter

Prompt:

Write a letter to someone now. You can say anything you wish. Do not address it. When finished, pass it to the person next to you. They will read it, guess who it is to, and pass it to the next person, continuing until you get your own letter back.

Response:

I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm a dick to everybody, I'm sorry I'm one to you. I'm sorry I am a sarcastic shit about everything. I'm sorry that I do stupid things that I know will make you angry, and then act like it isn't my fault. I'm sorry I'm the dumb brat with daddy issues no one talks about. I'm sorry we can't be around each other very long without things going wrong one way or another. I'm sorry because I love you, and because I don't think you know that half as well as you should.

x Matt

#responses vary depending on verse #thebadmix #imnotmyfather #meredithannabellehooper #matt's assignments

Hush

It had only been a week. One week before Molly came home with two bundles of what most people would call Joy in her arms. She loved them both dearly and she wouldn't trade them for the world, but she wasn't prepared for this type of thing and she didn't really have anyone around to help her. Sure Mrs. Hudson watched them for a few minutes so she could shower, but when one cried so did the other.

It was nearly three in the morning when it started. Meredith. The girl had a pair of pipes the like of which Molly had never seen before and as soon as Meredith cried Jamie followed soon after.

Sitting between the two cribs she tried to rock them to sleep, she sang, she hummed, she promised them everything in the world if they would just sleep. Nothing worked of course. Nothing but time.

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Off to bed.

It's unlikely I'll get much RP'ing done tomorrow because

I am having a

Game Of Thrones night

with friends

everyone's invited

like siriusly, live near scunthorpe and be someone I interact with

come

but no one lives near there

because it's a nasty place

anyway